Sometimes It's Not Just Your Mind That's In A fog.

 

As late as 2:30 today, there was talk about putting me on injured reserve. A "strained groin muscle", (incurred either during an over enthusiastic workout or by sneezing), led to 5 virtually sleepless nights. I'd like to point out that I did fish with the injury on Thursday and Friday and would have done so starting today but Jean felt the need to put her foot down and require a doctors OK before giving me my car keys back. 

She scheduled an appointment with my internist, (who baby sits his grandkids on Monday), for Tuesday afternoon. He would, no doubt, refer me to an orthopedic specialist who's first open date would be sometime in October. Fortunately I was able to schedule an appointment for 2:15 this afternoon with a Chiropractor. He, after first checking for other causes of my sleepless nights, used a specialized chiropractic tool, (looked a lot like a rolling pin to me), to stretch the contracted muscles. After cancelling the appointment with my internist, loading the car, and telling Jean there would be no need to cook dinner, I headed for the Delaware.

Arrived at 4:45, drove up to Stilesville on route 8 and came down the river to Deposit. There were sulfurs hatching, fish rising and anglers doing what they do, wading, changing flies, untangling snafu's and occasionally casting at fish. By the time I got below the route 17 bridge, there were none of the above. I don't know how it was earlier or later, but with dark clouds rolling in I headed for the fishing camp. Drove through rain showers, some heavy along the way, but found the road dry in front of the camp.

The fishing - Drove to a place on the lower WB where I could see no one fishing and at 8:15 waded in. After all that happened today it was not surprising that I found myself fishing in a fog. Heard voices and when the fog cleared a bit saw I was surrounded by four pontoon boats. They disappeared in the fog not 50 yards below me and were not seen,(by me), again. There were several kinds of bugs on the water, small olives, sulfurs, isos, some larger, (think 14's), mayflies, and the fish were feeding. Seeing them in the fog and making accurate casts in the fog, (it throws off my depth perception), was another matter.

How'd I do? Sorta OK. Hooked several yearlings, a couple of two year old's and four fish between 13 and 17. Was back in the car at 9:13.

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